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were once upon a time three Billy-goats, who were going up into the hills to get fat. On the way there was a bridge over a torrent which they had to cross. Under the bridge lived a big, ugly troll, with eyes as big as saucers, and a nose as long as a rake-handle.

First of all came the youngest Billy-goat, and was going over the bridge. Trip trap, trip trap, went the bridge.—"Who is that